Moving forward we pretend
to be quite sure, weave towards an end
then fantasy built a message is sent to another.
Yet to face unspeaking, presenting that which you are
carries honesty portraying love greater by far
than the costume of words that is governed by personal fear.
If the blending of that which I see or present to an ear,
can create an illusion which rivals the truly sincere,
perhaps then it’s myself I must risk though entirely exposed
un-costumed and bared, free from wile and beguilement, unclothed.